My first attempt at iambic pentameterIambic RedemptionAlone I stood, against the stare of deathWith head to head, I felt its gruesome breathIts fixing crimson eyes igniting mineIts scythe around my neck, which drew this lineI walk with pride, although the scar is seenBy everyone in every place I've beenAlthough I could give up, somehow I feel,there are some tasks I must and shall fulfillThe urgent need of many things to tossThe cursed demons I have come acrossAs I have let them slowly drain my soulSo shall I use what's left to make them fall